Chapter 698 His Son_1

At this point, Huo Kewei also sat up, looking back at everything going on behind him. His face, usually graced with a touch of mischief, now harbored no trace of a smile.

"Back to the mansion. Now."

Watching the car recede into the distance, a man and a woman stepped out of a black sedan. The woman, at her early forties, still had an enchanting figure. Her inky hair contrasted with her crimson lips, her skin as white as snow. She had a delicate face, her thin red lips subtly drawn as if effortlessly emanating an air of icy indifference that disconcerted people.

Her slightly squinting eyes emanated a forest-like coldness.

"Is it him?" The woman asked, staring dazedly at the departing car.

The man driving didn't know how to respond.